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The Longinus Spear.

Piercing a hole in the boundary of dimensions that cannot be crossed originally.

Creating a passage to the otherworld with a magical tool.

Of course, it is currently incomplete.

The essential component.

The navigator that specifies the coordinates is missing.

Without that component, no one knows where they will end up if they use it.

In the middle of the vast ocean.

On a deserted island.

But now, none of that matters anymore.

Thanks to the foolish Velfegor covering the entire Basel with a complete barrier.

The inside and outside of Basel are completely severed, becoming a different world.

In other words, using the Longinus Spear now means definitively falling into Basel.

Clang!

Seems like they noticed something strange about the Longinus Spear.

The whole earth shakes violently.

Walls rise from all directions, closing in on us as if to crush us.

There is no more time to delay.

“We’re going back. We’re going back to reality.”

Before it’s too late, activate the Longinus Spear.

Tick, tock, the petals start to move.

At first, the petals moved slowly, but now they spin at a furious speed like a top.

The heat from the spinning petals becomes so intense that it’s almost scorching.

But suddenly, the speed of the spinning petals slows down.

“We’re running out of magic! Put yours in too! Do whatever you can!”

“······Okay.”

I hand the Longinus Spear to Mijung.

And as Mijung’s magic expands, the petals start spinning at maximum speed again.

At the cost of immense magic.

Forbidden magic in this era is being realized in this place.

“Phew.”

Just moments ago, I couldn’t even lift my head.

But now, my back straightens, strength returning to my body.

The sense of helplessness that filled my body disappears, replaced by courage.

With a firm gaze lifted high.

The eyes filled with determination gradually shine red, emitting a strong light that fills the surroundings.

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However, it’s already too late.

With one hand firmly holding Mijung’s hand.

And the other hand holding Transylvia’s hair.

We are ready to go back.

As a powerful light descends upon us.

And the wall that has come close enough to cover us.

With a strange sensation, our bodies contort.

“Until we meet again!”

We are all sucked into the inside of the petals at once.

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“What’s going on? What just happened?”

The feeling of soft soil in my hands.

The refreshing air entering my lungs.

Transylvia realizes that the oppressive and overwhelming feeling pressing on her body is gone.

“We’re back?”

The sight in front of her was simply unbelievable.

Just moments ago, she was facing that hellish, Draken’s presence.

Now, she finds herself back in the mountains next to the human village.

|What, what have you done! How did you come back!|

Velfegor shouts in a panicked voice.

On the other side, the humans are standing up, catching their breath.

Releasing the hand of the vampire girl he was holding tightly.

The human instead takes up a sword.

|What trick did you use!|

“Uh······.”

Without any response, just silently.

The human raises the sword, steps forward, controlling the flow of magic as he breathes.

Velfegor seems hesitant.

The Archdemon, afraid of mere humans.

Transylvia also wanted to ask a question similar to the Archdemon.

What kind of trick did you use?

But more than that.

She wanted to ask how.

How can you face such a different being and stand up to them?

How can you defy your master and oppose them?

Transylvia couldn’t understand it with her mind.

‘He doesn’t seem crazy at all. To make such a decision with a clear mind······. How?’

Transylvia, who was once a member of the Four Kings.

At that time, she proudly held that position.

Thinking that all humans looked inferior, deserving to be ruled by monsters.

She had never seen the face of the Draken, but she believed they had similar goals.

She thought that vaguely.

But suddenly, I was dragged in front of Draken.

Tran Silvia had a gut feeling.

She thought that Draken’s purpose was something she could never understand even if she spent her whole life trying.

Even after returning, the memory of that day haunted Tran Silvia like a ghost.

Unable to bear it any longer, she ran away.

She stepped down from the position of the Four Kings.

And returned to the midst of humans.

Originally, she felt more stability and affinity by the side of monsters.

But now, she felt closer to humans.

She used to kill without hesitation, shedding blood freely, but now she hesitated.

She wanted to stand on the side of humans.

She didn’t want the incomprehensible and fearsome beings to take over this world.

But opposing them was another issue.

She didn’t want to die.

So she lived in silence.

Quietly, she let herself flow with the currents of life.

Not taking sides.

Not showing animosity towards anyone.

If she could just live quietly until the day Draken crossed over to this world and brought about its destruction, she would be satisfied.

That’s how she had lived.

Until she met the other race.

“What trick did you use?”

|Oh, no! It’s okay not to answer after all!|

Kwang!

The new form of the other race’s god sword cut through the air.

But where Velfegor had been standing, only black smoke scattered.

The Archdemon had already flown far away, fleeing.

The barrier covering the city began to crumble.

The sun shone brightly again.

Bright light poured in.

By the time the Archdemon had fled far enough that its scent no longer lingered, the other race dropped the sword and collapsed.

The trembling muscles of their arms and legs.

It was a clear sign of magical exhaustion.

Despite not being in a state to fight at all, they had managed to drive away the Archdemon.

“Dakia-style swordsmanship. 0th form…”

In a fleeting moment, Tran Silvia recognized the swordsmanship.

A swordsmanship practiced hundreds of years ago.

A lost swordsmanship, used by the other race.

“Clearly, they’re not ordinary!”

Who exactly were the other race?

Or rather, were they even the other race to begin with?

As Tran Silvia reached this thought, she felt a chilling sensation.

“The magic tool. It’s broken.”

“If you exert that level of power, it’s natural for it to break. Just make it again.”

“W-what! Are you planning to go back again! To Draken!”

The other race nonchalantly discussed going back as if it were nothing.

This made Tran Silvia explode.

She couldn’t understand it at all.

“Why. Are you scared?”

“Scared! Isn’t it obvious! You saw it yourself, didn’t you! The helplessness that creeps over your whole body! The fear that pierces your mind! The overwhelming power that can dominate us with just a glance! How can you resist that!”

“We have to catch him.”

“I know that too! I know that Draken is determined to end this world!”

“If you know, then you have to stop him. What are you waiting for?”

“…”

She was dumbfounded.

At first, she thought he was just crazy.

But it wasn’t that, he was completely and utterly insane.

How could he face Draken and not be broken?

How could he still have the will to fight?

“I was worried that you were some kind of god or ghost. But you’re a real person, aren’t you?”

“If there’s a real person, so what! Whether you use swordsmanship to strike at the essence, or shoot a 10th-level spell, it’s just a scratch!”

“A scratch? So that means you can hit him, right? That means you can catch him?”

“W-what…?”

She couldn’t follow the flow of the conversation at all.

If you can inflict damage, you can catch him?

Even though they had been to the same place and back, what the other race had seen was completely different.

Tran Silvia had faced overwhelming despair and fear there, but the other race had glimpsed potential.

For Tran Silvia, it was a re-emergence of trauma, but for the other race, it was a successful reconnaissance.

“He’s not crazy. He really intends to hunt down Draken!”

The other race’s eyes hardened.

They were not the eyes of a madman.

Nor were they the eyes of someone blinded by revenge or anger, foolishly thrusting their head into impossibility.

They were just infinitely rational.

Stepping into the realm of the seemingly impossible, where success was uncertain.

They were the eyes of an ordinary human.

“Hahaha!”

The moment she realized that.

Uncontrollable laughter burst out.

Forgetting all the fear and pressure she had been suppressing just moments ago.

She felt utterly defeated.

“This is not even my generation’s business, yet here I am struggling to prevent the end of a distant future! Facing an enemy that no one knows, that no one acknowledges! What a twisted being!”

Such a human was unprecedented.

Having lived for centuries, Tran Silvia thought she had encountered every type of human.

She thought it was obvious now.

But this human, who stirred up the reverence of an ancient vampire, was different.

This species was a first.

And so, Tran Silvia swore.

“And I happen to like this twisted being very much! It appeals to me!”

She vowed to watch over this man’s end.

Whether he falls somewhere along the way.

Or finally achieves his goal.

She wanted to witness that final moment.